Hello Taslima, don't worry. You marry my son Raul and you will be Taslima Gandhi. When Raul become Prime Minister, someone will kill him, then you will be the President of Congress. You see Iam a Dish washer from Italy. When I worked in the coffee shop Rajiv came and ask me to marry me. You know his mother Indira didn't like it. But I have my plan. Now, you hurry up before Raul change his mind and go after that Columbian Girl. See, you need a bit of white skin and a Gandhi name, that's it. You can fool this smart but stupid Indians for ever. I don't even talk or read English, but my Indian servants write my speech and I read it with very difficulty. But I have a bit of white skin. I can fool this people from the second largest populated country in this world. Nice life, everybody is scared of me. Don't worry about the Communist Party of Madam. They will clean my back as long as I want, so hurry up.
